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Small Prayer

  • Writer: Tevyn Gill
    Tevyn Gill
  • Oct 16, 2017
  • 1 min read

Dear God, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I know I’m always full of doubt, I’ve never been that faithful. And there were, I’m sure, blessings galore of which I’ve been quite wasteful. So excuse me please for getting on my knees to complain, that’s so distasteful. But I can’t help but feel like I’m always last. The future always seems To mimic the past. Like life’s tugging on my shoulders constantly holding me back, While the entire universe has a laugh. Now I know this can’t be reality, And I know these thoughts aren’t good for me. But pain is all that I can see. Won’t you reveal the answers, please?

– Gill.T

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